( Good lord this guy's volume is something else. Bakugo whirls around to yell at him, and Esikko tilts his head slightly in the opposite direction as if physically blasted by it, his smile now so sharply thin it's practically a straight line. )
Do you think the truth has to be screamed that loudly?
( Despite the noise pollution, though, this is still rewarding enough— he lifts a hand to idly twirl through a strand of hair, eyes tracing along Bakugo from toe to head. )
You're quite red, though. ( That could be true, or that could be a lie. He says it either way, taking another slow and calculated step forward, angled like a cat approaching a cornered rodent. He lifts a hand to touch a finger to his own cheek, putting on an oh-so-concerned expression. )
If you wander off like this, you might just stumble into some other stranger's arms. Do you hate me that much, when we've only just met?
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Do you think the truth has to be screamed that loudly?
( Despite the noise pollution, though, this is still rewarding enough— he lifts a hand to idly twirl through a strand of hair, eyes tracing along Bakugo from toe to head. )
You're quite red, though. ( That could be true, or that could be a lie. He says it either way, taking another slow and calculated step forward, angled like a cat approaching a cornered rodent. He lifts a hand to touch a finger to his own cheek, putting on an oh-so-concerned expression. )
If you wander off like this, you might just stumble into some other stranger's arms. Do you hate me that much, when we've only just met?